Verse 1:
Bm            A               G              D
Slept in your room with your friends on the inside,
Bm          A          G                 D
Needed some air so I slept on the outside.
Bm           A              G           D
Down on the couch with your boyfriend I need this,
     Bm          A            G            D
The smell of his hair and the taste of his lips.
       Bm          A            G         D
Well I hide in the closet, but I’m not a faggot.
     Bm           A
My friends never found out,
    G        D
My mom was a Christian,
   Bm         A       G           D
My dad is an Alchie I bet that he kills me.
   Bm            A              G                D
I don’t know how god thinks, but god do you love me?
   Bm            A              G                D
I don’t know how god thinks, but god do you love me?
  Bm            A              G                 D
I don’t know how god thinks, but god do you love me?
 
Chorus:
            Bm             A            G           D
She says I need a certain satisfaction kind,
               Bm              A           G           D
It’s something you could never give to my type.
                Bm             A            G       D
She said I need a certain satisfaction kind,
               Bm              A           G           D
It’s something you could never give to my, to my, to my…
 
-Just feel out this part, it’s easily changeable-
  Bm            A              G                 D
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh!
  Bm            A              G                 D
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, hey! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh!
  Bm            A              G                 D
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh hey! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh!
 
Verse 2:
              Bm         A
Just string me up, two or three
               G               D
Just string me up, down by the trees.
           Bm                A
Just by my pants, I’m such a freak
          G                  D
a xxxxing faggot I’ll never see.
 

              Bm          A
Just string me up, two or three.
               G               D
Just string me up, down by the trees.
           Bm                A
Just by my pants, I’m such a freak.
            G                   D
I’m such a freak! I’m such a freak!
 
Chorus:
            Bm             A            G           D
She says I need a certain satisfaction kind,
               Bm              A           G           D
It’s something you could never give to my type.
                Bm             A            G       D
She said I need a certain satisfaction kind,
               Bm              A           G           D
It’s something you could never give to my, to my, to my…
 
Outro:
       Bm      A     G        D
To my, to my, to my, to my, to yours.
Bm      A      G     D
To my, to my, to my, to yours
 

  Bm            A              G                 D
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh!
  Bm            A              G                 D
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh hey! Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh!